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<!-- This page is organised in two columns --><head3</head> <p> We left Silivri at about 12, after 3/4 on an hours stay, about<lb/> 1/3 of which delay was owing to my having stepped<lb/>aside to take a peep at the above-mentioned old castle, to <lb/> the great discomposure of the careful Ahmet, in whose vocabulary<lb/> curiosity is synonymous to folly.  Here and there <del>a</del> <lb/> fragments of <del><gap/> </del> white marble pillars, with capitals of <lb/> Corinthian architecture, or at least like Corinthian, betoken<lb/> better days.  The castle is comparatively modern, being crowded <lb/> with embrasures for cannon.  I saw no appearance of a <lb/> garrison.</p> <p> Coming out of Silivri we crossed a bridge of 32 arches with <lb/> a long causeway at each end: the architecture too good for Turkish<lb/> but too fresh for Grecian or Roman.</p> <p> At 20 min. after 3 we came through a small town the <lb/> name of which I understood to be <hi rend="underline">Kenich</hi>: about 1/2 an hour<lb/> before we had for the last time lost sight of the sea of <lb/> Marmore, the coast insensibly trending to the left, and our<lb/> course to the right.  From <foreign>Ponte Piccolo</foreign> our course had <lb/> been all along near the Sea, and in some places close<lb/> to it on the very sand.  I think it is at Silivri that the <lb/> straight over which the bridge is thrown joins the sea with a<lb/> salt-<del>la</del> water lake, which seemed not less than 4 or 5 <lb/> miles square.</p> <p> At 5 <add> minutes</add> after 4 we came abreast of a conical hillock <lb/> which from its steepness and regularity seemed to be artificial:<lb/> if such, it must have been no inconsiderable work<lb/> <sic>Qn</sic> ? to what use?  It wanted trenches to give it the appearance<lb/> of a camp.  It seemed to be about 3/4 of a mile<lb/> from the road on the right hand: a part of it, scooped<lb/> out facing the road, affords a retreat for cattle.</p> <p> At 20 minutes after 6 we arrived at <hi rend="underline">Chorli</hi>, wehre we <lb/> eat and took up our quarters for the night.  I say <hi rend="underline">eat</hi>: for <lb/> <Add> it seems</add> the Turks like the Greeks of old make eating but once in <lb/> the 24 hours, and that is in the evening.  This suits me<lb/> very well with the addition of a few dishes of coffee at <lb/>  the first halt, which I accompany with a good luncheon<lb/> of bread.  The abstemious Ahmet refuses everything but <lb/> a single dish I should say thimble-full of coffee without<lb/> bread.  It would take at least 2 1/2 of these thimble-fulls<lb/> to make a reasonable English cup: he is much <lb/> scandalised at seeing me drink 4 or 5 of them together:<lb/> he says I shall hurt myself, &amp; recommends wine in preference.<lb/> If in this particular he does not follow his own prescription,<lb/> his abstinence is the result of taste and not of a <lb/> religion; for now &amp; then he takes a moderate glass of brandy <lb/> without scruple or grimace.  In truth this honest Mahometan<lb/> seems to have no more religion about him than a Christian: the Captain of the Turkish <foreign>Caik</foreign> was everlastingly at <lb/> his prayers: this man never.</p>





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We left Silivri at about 12, after 3/4 on an hours stay, about
1/3 of which delay was owing to my having stepped
aside to take a peep at the above-mentioned old castle, to
the great discomposure of the careful Ahmet, in whose vocabulary
curiosity is synonymous to folly. Here and there a
fragments of white marble pillars, with capitals of
Corinthian architecture, or at least like Corinthian, betoken
better days. The castle is comparatively modern, being crowded
with embrasures for cannon. I saw no appearance of a
garrison.

Coming out of Silivri we crossed a bridge of 32 arches with
a long causeway at each end: the architecture too good for Turkish
but too fresh for Grecian or Roman.

At 20 min. after 3 we came through a small town the
name of which I understood to be Kenich: about 1/2 an hour
before we had for the last time lost sight of the sea of
Marmore, the coast insensibly trending to the left, and our
course to the right. From Ponte Piccolo our course had
been all along near the Sea, and in some places close
to it on the very sand. I think it is at Silivri that the
straight over which the bridge is thrown joins the sea with a
salt-la water lake, which seemed not less than 4 or 5
miles square.

At 5 minutes after 4 we came abreast of a conical hillock
which from its steepness and regularity seemed to be artificial:
if such, it must have been no inconsiderable work
Qn ? to what use? It wanted trenches to give it the appearance
of a camp. It seemed to be about 3/4 of a mile
from the road on the right hand: a part of it, scooped
out facing the road, affords a retreat for cattle.

At 20 minutes after 6 we arrived at Chorli, wehre we
eat and took up our quarters for the night. I say eat: for
it seems the Turks like the Greeks of old make eating but once in
the 24 hours, and that is in the evening. This suits me
very well with the addition of a few dishes of coffee at
the first halt, which I accompany with a good luncheon
of bread. The abstemious Ahmet refuses everything but
a single dish I should say thimble-full of coffee without
bread. It would take at least 2 1/2 of these thimble-fulls
to make a reasonable English cup: he is much
scandalised at seeing me drink 4 or 5 of them together:
he says I shall hurt myself, & recommends wine in preference.
If in this particular he does not follow his own prescription,
his abstinence is the result of taste and not of a
religion; for now & then he takes a moderate glass of brandy
without scruple or grimace. In truth this honest Mahometan
seems to have no more religion about him than a Christian: the Captain of the Turkish Caik was everlastingly at
his prayers: this man never.




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1785-12-10

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226

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Jeremy Bentham

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